Morning coffee is a new thing for me, since the summertime. It takes me two hours to finish a cup.
My morning routine does not exist. I love the feeling of waking up, laying in bed as the morning sunshine streams through the half-open blinds of my bedroom bay window.
Then I sleep for another hour.
After a couple hours of coffee and writing, I found myself standing in the middle of my bedroom feeling low on emotional energy.
Sometimes I chastise myself for not fully appreciating everything I have.
The problems of the past don’t exist. I’ve made choices to better my life but it doesn’t stop here.
Every day I need to build a little bit more onto the life I’ve made for myself.
But in these moments where I need a fix, a jolt, a dash of joy, what do I do?
Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you that I meditated or did yoga poses that open my 3rd eye.
I asked myself what sounds like fun on a warm sunny Tuesday?
French toast with strawberries and bacon at my favourite diner.
Ooh-cheap ticket Tuesday at the movie theatre.
I got a call from a friend and we chatted for half an hour. Then I spent an hour getting ready because I enjoy grooming myself.
I sat in the oversized booth of the diner, the smiling waitress took my order and I gazed out the window.
The smell of food being grilled and the sounds of surrounding conversation made me think of my college days.
I’d sit in a similar diner and write in my journal.
After devouring my plate of french toast and bacon, I went to the mall. The bookstore was already promoting Christmas decor.
I don’t celebrate but I’m getting a tall, white tree this year and saw numerous glittery ornaments I want.
I then made the mistake of going into Pottery Barn. Luckily I walked out with only a few candles and a plan to buy blankets on Black Friday.
On the way into the mall, I was approached by a young teen asking for spare change.
Depending on the vibe I get from the person, sometimes I give money. I didn’t feel OK with digging into my purse at that particular moment and so I didn’t stop.
My rule of thumb is-my safety comes first. Always.
The movie started and to my surprise, it was set in San Francisco. So I spent two hours enjoying shots of the Golden Gate Bridge and cable cars and the steep streets lined with townhouses that I obsess over.
Oh and Tom Hardy wasn’t bad to look at either.
I bought a pumpkin and some flowers for my kitchen table.
Pumpkin photos will be saved for next week.
I enjoyed my day out.
I’ve been writing articles for an online publication-it’s members-only but I write similar to how I write my blog. It’s a way to make some money without putting ads up.
This morning I woke to a bunch of comments and validation that my writing is reaching some people.
It was a boost to keep me motivated to write. A lot of times, I’m motivating myself with visions of my future life.
But when other people tell me they identify with what I write or they share their own thoughts, I feel nice. Interaction with my writing is awesome.
I’ll tell you something-aside from all the things I tell you anyway-writing is one thing, building an audience is another.
Engaging with other writers, reading their work, commenting on their work and sharing my experiences on the topics they write about is what’s giving me an audience.
I’m reading as much as I’m writing. Good thing I’ve decided to hibernate this winter.
Have a lovely day.
Sincerely,
LeNora Faye
Bitchy Bookkeeper
Almost an Author
Former Fantastic Violinist
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